The summer a whale changed everything.
Told by Miru, looking back — the road, the fog, the lighthouse, and the mystery he wasn't allowed to solve yet.
The lighthouse turns its beam to the sky, and the sky becomes a screen. Two pieces from The Summer We Saw Margaret — the story, and the night it all comes together.
Every layer of this world points at the screen — novel, screenplay, Ocean Atlas, notebook, plush. This is where it comes to life, so a partner can feel it before a single frame is produced.
The two pieces form a diptych, meant to be watched in that order. The first introduces the world and the people in it, narrated by Miru himself, and leaves a question hanging in the air. The second answers it.
Watch the story first; the climax lands twice as hard once you know who's standing by that lighthouse.
Told by Miru, looking back — the road, the fog, the lighthouse, and the mystery he wasn't allowed to solve yet.
A lighthouse beam forced into black water, a bay alight from within, and a whale with a mark by her eye — the ceiling of the film.
Miru is a four-quadrant family feature, presented so a partner with the muscle to make it can license the audiovisual vertical — or the whole universe — from a single rights-holder. The full screenplay, treatment, character bibles and viability dossier open together under a single NDA.